Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.